It Is So Hard to be Right

Originally Posted Saturday, May 3, 2014

Today might be the day to make more street pictures in my own home town, except it is going to rain.  Maybe.  Who can trust a weatherman.  Person, I mean.  

Weatherboy, weathergirl.  Gonna take you 'round the world.  

I get so weary of everything.  The new head foreman at the plant is gay.  You might not know it just meeting him, but he is.  We go to lunch several times a week, often with another gay man who is so butch you wouldn't guess.  I am largely responsible for one of them being hired and partially responsible for the other.  At lunch, I refer to them as "the gays" because I love to play the role.  You know the one, the irreverent asshole.  But they know I will be first to come running when the Gay Bat Signal lights up the sky.  

One of them gave me a pair of pink reading glasses as a joke the other day.  They are the sort of frames a very young girl might wear.  CC has given me a bunch of Liberace-style reading glasses and it has become a sort of meme at school because I wear them all the time.  The other day, I wore my new pink reading glasses to the Meeting of the Foremen.  Forepeople.  We are not all men.  

I could not believe the homophobic comments I got for those glasses.  They were kidding me, of course, but because the head foreman was there and because he is my friend, I felt the true evil behind the comments.  Factory foremen (people) are not all enlightened.  It was very, very hurtful.  

There are enough assholes in the world to go around.  

On the other hand, CC and I don't think that the press is dealing harshly enough with fundamentalist Mussulmans around the world.  Their acts are unthinkable.  

And I just called the police.  An unknown black man just walked by my house with a backpack.  Seriously, I've never seen him before.  

Oh, but one of my best friends, another foreman at the factory, is an African Mussulman.  

So that is just the way I am.  

I am almost caught up with the current season of "Game of Thrones."  It seemed for a long time as if there was an endless supply.  It is so good it just seems sui generis and infinite.  Now, however, I am ruing the day that I will have to wait a week to watch the next episode--or most of the year.  Binge watching is delicious and addicting and there is a price to pay that is as bad as a drug withdrawal.  I will feel an aching emptiness at not hearing someone call out "Kingslayer" or "Khaleesi."  

But where there is pleasure, trouble surely follows, and "Game of Thrones" is in for it now.  There are "critics" who have raised "concerns" over the brutality of rape scenes.  Yup.  Some people are not in favor of that.  And I'm pretty sure that there was little of it in the Middle Ages so. . . . No, seriously, I will reconsider my liking of the show.  I hadn't realized they were depicting that.  I get it now.  Sometimes I'm just an oaf.  Now that I am thinking about it, I think the show actually promotes rape, and  I'm sure it has always been portrayed as a(n) heroic act.  The whole show is basically misogynistic, and about that I am not kidding.  

Everything is troubling.  

I must get away from this opining and report a bit.  My washer and dryer were delivered yesterday.  And as I reported in my morning post, the salesman told me that many people just hook up the gas dryer themselves.  Oh. . . he was wrong.  It is impossible.  The gas company has put in a new meter that will not let me turn the gas on or off.  And here is the kicker--they won't come out to install any gas appliances.  Nope.  You have to have a "certified technician" come.  That means someone with a four-year degree in Liquid Fuel Technology from an accredited institution.  Or a skinhead who took a fifteen hour course.  Of course, I don't know.  But they are going to charge me out my girl parts to do this thing that will take about ten minutes with the right tools.  Now the dryer is sitting at the opposite end of the property in the detached garage and the Liquid Fuel Technologist will not take the other dryer away.  God knows if he will even move the new one into the house.  Did I tell you it would all go wrong?  I am clairvoyant.  I am certified.  And I am for hire.